One second- Last Date
Title: One second- Last Date
Chapter: 6/?
Pairing: 2min, Minkey, Ontae
Rating: PG-15 (?)
Genre: Romance
Summary:
I knew I needed to bring the car for maintenance but I didn’t have the opportunity to do so. The heater wasn’t working and I was so cold that I began to get faint spells. Then, Minho kissed me; he took every opportunity that he had while waiting for the traffic light to fondle with my drenched hair and nibble against my bottom lip on our way home.
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Taemin POV
For the next five days, Minho and I led separate lives, doing the things that we thought were necessary to that we can carry on with the lives we had before. But I bet that wasn’t the main reason for anyone of us, at least it wasn’t for me. I continued working for the modeling company as a photographer with the most irregular working hours ever. There were nights where I only managed to catch a glimpse of Minho sleeping beside me before I fell asleep. That’s all, and it was a relief. For the next fifteen hours at work, I was too busy to even think about him, but there were times where I began to wonder if he was doing fine.
By Friday evening, we took the time off and ate Chinese dim sums together for dinner at the rooftop garden of our apartment block. He waited for me by the bench with boxes of takeaway food and two bottles of soju.
“Hey.” I sat on the bench beside him and reached out for a pair of disposable wooden chopsticks.
“Hey….the view is pretty awesome.” Minho pointed towards the landscape of shimmering city lights and sky scrapers, “As far as I could remember, there wasn’t a garden here.”
“It was built a week after I’ve shifted in.”
“Oh.” His reply was pretty blunt and we stayed in silence for the next couple of minutes once again. It reminded me of that day we first met; we sat in the cafe without speaking to each other for hours and it was then when I learnt that even the pin drop silence between us could be so perfect. “Taemin…..do you want to go on a date tomorrow?”
“A date?”
“Yea.” Minho smiled, “You can bring me to the places we used to go to. We can do everything that we’ve done.”
He smiled-I did the same.
Minho and I drank soju for the rest of the night, sharing the things that we had done for the week. The dim sums were left on the bench beside us as we fell asleep while gazing at the starless sky.
….. …. ….
I found myself lying on the bed when I woke up the next morning. The bathroom door was left slightly ajar and I could hear the sound of running water from the shower. I stirred in bed for a couple of times, sat up and began to comb my hair with my fingers. Before I knew it, Minho walked out of the bathroom dripping wet with a towel around his waist.
I bet Minho noticed it when I tried to direct my attention somewhere else; he snorted a little and opened the closet door.
“Good morning.” He greeted me and pulled out a random top and a pair of skinny jeans. “The floor is pretty wet.”
“You always make the floor wet when you get out of the shower.” I replied and dragged myself towards the washroom. Complaining about Minho wetting the floor was pretty much a common practice that I had for the past few years-I thought it was a pretty blissful thing to whine beneath the sheets over the smallest matters.
Slipping because of the wet floor was something that usually happened after the small arguments we had; and Minho never failed to catch me in his arms. After falling for a dozen of times, I was pretty sure that he was doing it on purpose. However, it seemed different this time. The moment I tripped and found myself falling backwards, Minho caught me by my waist and the both of us fell above the set of clothes he left at the edge of the mattress.
I was pretty sure Minho didn’t do it on purpose at that moment-He just had amazing reflex action.
With Minho’s lips less than an inch away from mine, I swallowed my saliva anxiously and tilted my head to the right. Catching a glimpse of the alarm clock on the side table, I realized it was 9.15am-that explains the boner I’m having right now.
“Do you want to get up?” I muttered softly, still afraid to fix my gaze with Minho’s. He shook his head and gave me a suggestive smirk.
“Nope.” His answer was an approval and self-assurance that running my hands down his back wasn’t a sin. I could feel him shivering as I touch him and it was a sign that he was enjoying it. Reaching out his hand for my face, Minho cupped his palm on my cheek and began bruising his lips against mine. He kissed me affectionately and decided to pull off the white towel on his lower torso a few minutes later.
Everything was perfect. The atmosphere was heated up while we made love; morning sex was pretty sensual and the both of us agreed to it right from the beginning.
“Taemin! Are you okay?” I stared at Minho blankly and grit my teeth in shame. Was I thinking about making love with him just a few minutes ago?
“Yea. Yea I’m fine.” Minho shifted himself away from me and I took the opportunity to look at my pants. The absence of the boner made me so relief. “I…I’ll just get ready…”
“Okay. Take your time. I’ll prepare breakfast.” He fetched his clothes and left the room all to myself.
… …. ….
I led Minho to the wooden bench at the heart of the art museum’s park. He didn’t ask me any questions, nor did he look confused. He sat down beside me and pulled out the drawing block and pencil from his bag. I had never expected myself to get so emotional just by looking at him doing something he used to do-Everything looked the same, but it was different at the same time.
“Do we come here often?” Minho finally asked. I put down the DSLR and took a glimpse of him.
“Ehemm.” I nodded my head and looked over at the picturesque view in front of us, “You said there’s always something new to draw.”
“Then, is there something new for you to take here?” He pointed at my camera with interest and waited for an answer with a pretty enthusiastic expression. I slivered a smile shyly and began to look through the pictures that I took three and a half months ago.
“You were everything I took.” I handed the camera over to Minho, expecting some form of disapproval from him. Taking pictures of him used to be something romantic or loving, but it made me look obsessive and not-quite-sane now, “I guess…. It’s time for me to take something new.”
I took the camera away from him and hung the strap around my neck. I knew it right from the beginning that the date would be a little different today-it would make me be much more wary of my own actions and I was too afraid to give myself anymore false hopes again. I spent two months living in a vicious cycle, hoping that Minho could remember me. But he didn’t and I knew that he would no longer have the feelings that he had for me anymore.
This is going to be the last date I tried to convince myself time and again.
We left the garden 2 hours later; slightly shorter than the amount of time we used to spend. As I caught a glimpse of his drawing, I could not help but smile when I realized he made an attempt to do a simple sketch of my side profile.
“It wasn’t that difficult after all.” Minho replied curtly.
“I’m glad you tried.” I answered and stood up from the bench, “Let’s have lunch, shall we?”
We strolled down the white concrete pathway cutting through the park towards a small French restaurant. I stole glances of Minho every now and then; I would curl my lips slightly when he showed signs of enthusiasm in our dates.
“I brought you here, didn’t I?”
“Yes….”
Minho scanned through the surroundings pretty quickly before sitting down on a two sitter by the window. I had to admit that during the first time we met, I thought Minho wasn’t really that impressive at all. He looked like an introvert or probably the most talentless person that could have gotten my attention. Minho probably didn’t know anything besides drawing and playing a little soccer; not that I hate it. Then, he led me into the Café and introduced me to the big burly chef in French.
I childishly thought that was a pretty romantic gesture.
“Minho, do you see the Polaroid picture over there?” I pointed my finger towards the bulletin board. He turned around and spotted our picture pinned on the bulletin board, “This was taken on the day when you asked me if I could be with you.”
“Really?”
“Yea…and the chef’s daughter got pretty upset. She said she liked you a lot.” I snorted a little and began playing with the squid ink pasta in front of me.
“I didn’t know she liked me.”
“She said you didn’t pay any attention to her even though she tried to impress you.”
“But you caught my attention back then.” Minho reached out his hand and wiped the squid ink away from the corner of my lips. His reaction and the way he spoke to me made me so confused-I didn’t know if Minho was lying to me about this entire amnesia issue. Did he remember something and didn’t want to tell me about it?
But talking about the moments of impact; if I could make an impact in his life once, I might be able to do it all over again. We spent the rest of the afternoon together in the restaurant; our conversations were neither constructive nor anything really meaningful. I told him about the change in his food preferences and what I enjoyed doing before I even met him.
It was nothing constructive, but these were the things that I could remember the most about Minho.
… … ….
We didn’t have dinner after that, but supper was still within our consideration. I drove him to the Han’s River at twilight and we sat in the passenger’s seat to watch a downloaded movie on his Ipad. By the end of the two hours film, I looked out of the foggy window pane and realized how chilly it had gotten outside.
“We went for skinny dipping on one of our dates.” I curled up into a ball and began to shiver, “But I guess I’m getting too old for that.”
“When was the last time we had it, Taemin?”
“Three months ago?”
“Then you’re just three months older than before.” Minho grinned at me and began to take off the layers of clothes.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to try that.” He began to unbuckle his belt and pulled his jeans down to his knees before kicking them off. I thought Minho looked like he was sexually frustrated instead of being excited. Before I knew it, he opened the car door and ran out into the chilly autumn-winter wind.
I followed suit after him.
“I…I’m going back in, Minho.” Dipping my toes into the water, I yelled hysterically and staggered towards the car. But Minho caught me by my arm and lifted me off my feet.
“No, you suggested it so we should do it together.”
“I said I’m old, and you started taking off your clothes.”
“You took off yours too.” He hugged me even closer to his body and I decided to wrap my legs around his waist. Minho didn’t oblige much to my surprise. He sprinted into the freezing water and finally came to a stop when the water level went up to our chest.
“I hate you Minho.” I whimpered between my chattering teeth and wrapped my limbs around him even more tightly.
“Shall we get back into the car?” Minho whispered into my ear and I nodded my head without giving a second thought.
I knew I needed to bring the car for maintenance but I didn’t have the opportunity to do so. The heater wasn’t working and I was so cold that I began to get faint spells. Then, Minho kissed me; he took every opportunity that he had while waiting for the traffic light to fondle with my drenched hair and nibble against my bottom lip on our way home.
It continued as we staggered up the steps towards our apartment and into our bedroom. Crashing into the bed roughly, Minho broke the kiss and let out a short pant to catch his breath.
“Are you still cold, Taemin?”
“Just a little, you made me feel better.” I thought this was the end, but instead, Minho drew the blanket over the both of us and our lips met again. Caressing his hair between my fingers, I closed my eyes and allowed Minho to take control of the entire situation. He touched me so gently and affectionately just when I thought he no longer had any feelings for me.
Minho lay above me with his head resting beside mine.
“I love you.” He whispered into my ear. Right at the moment, rivulets of tears rolled down from the corner of my eyes because I realized that he really mean it.
But I promised myself that this would be our last date and we needed to give each other some time to think about our relationship. Minho might mean it now but I didn’t know if he was as confused as was. When he finally fell asleep, I dressed myself up and pulled my luggage out of the storeroom.
I left without saying a single word neither did I leave a note to tell him about it. I didn’t know what I could say.
Onew knew about this and he promised that he would take me in for a couple of weeks. I began to cry the moment he opened the door; I became so terrified over something that I couldn’t figure out and I collapsed into his arms.
“Minho said he loved me.” Was this the reason why I felt so terrified?
A/N: There will be twist and I don’t know how I should end the story. Please comment shawols <3